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Jan 2013 · 788
Little Pink Flowers
Danny C Jan 2013
I remember too much
Teach me how to forget
Mix the blood and dripping medicine
to a lighter shade of red
so the sheets stain less violently
so the spatters look like
a bouquet of pink lilacs
Dec 2012 · 736
Watch Me Catch Fire
Danny C Dec 2012
I'm trying the best I can
To let go of the things I'm not
and put down the stone
But the tumor swells at night
I try to drown it with poison
Watch me catch fire

I don't want to eat myself alive
Tear at the flesh, red stains on my shirt
I'm trying to hold my guts together
Without spilling them on the floor
Pull back the skin and see what's chewing them up

This is ******* the pain
Put down the needle and the spoon
Tell the mirror it's time to stop
Tearing apart all night will **** you
I can bleed out the sickness
Dry it on a towel
And set it on fire
Burn away all the doubts

I can bleed out the sickness
I can set fire to the poison
So I packed up my things and faced up my doubts,
You know, I think I will grow my hair back out
-The Gaslight Anthem
Dec 2012 · 1.2k
Jet Plane
Danny C Dec 2012
I met you at the corner under the streetlight
You were staring west, following tail lights
I already knew how this would end
So I said a prayer on my torn and bleeding knees

A plane crashed before I finished speaking
Flames took over the November night
Screams and wails roared from dissipating turbines
I wish they tore up every piece of me

My eyes were steady when the wings broke apart
I stood with the stone on my shoulders
Even when the smoke filled my lungs
I forgave you, I had no choice but to lie

We held each other amid of the wreckage
Engines and fuel went up like the 4th of July
I knew what was going to happen then
So I bought a ticket for the next flight
That secret that you knew, but you don't know how to tell
It ***** with your honor, and it teases your head
-Bon Iver
Nov 2012 · 977
Self-Portrait (Short)
Danny C Nov 2012
I’m the son of a storm and a burning parade
Saw the carnival lights going up in a blaze
Nov 2012 · 1.1k
4 AM
Danny C Nov 2012
Mom sneaks through the front door
I'm pretending to be asleep on the couch
At 4AM, she reeks of cigarettes
She closes the door softly, dad stays asleep

I pretend I am sleeping on the couch
Mom drags the smell of cigarettes in with her
The door squeaks quietly, dad still sleeps
He left the TV on again, it reports today's tragedy

Mom smells like black lungs again.
The door clicks shut, she creeps past dad's recliner
He left the TV on again, tragedies muffle her footsteps
She's used to sleeping alone by now.

The door's closed, and dad still sleeps
He left the TV on and snores through tragedy
Mom can barely sleep with him around
The tragedies mean nothing to me

Dad leaves the TV on every night
Mom would sleep better if he left
I don't care about the tragedies
I can see my mom ****** in a crumpled burning car

Mom is restless when dad is home
Tragedies don't mean anything to her
She speeds at night and takes drags of embers
I wonder if she really wants to die

Tragedies play through the screen
Mom speeds at night and lights another cigarette
I wonder, does she want to die?
Doesn't she ever think of me?

Mom drives too fast at night and burns up her lungs
I worry that she's always dying
And never thinks to call me saying, I remember you
I picture sirens and lights outside my house

I ask God why she wants to die
I wonder if she knows what she does to me
When I hear the sirens driving by
I shut my eyes and wait for the door to creak again

I scream whispers, why does she do this to me?
I pray the sirens aren't going to find her
I close my eyes and try not to cry
And at 4 AM, she smells like cigarettes
Nov 2012 · 791
Flawed
Danny C Nov 2012
I throw my first through the silver pane
for showing me all the reasons
I hate myself.

I tore the hair from my scalp
and chewed my lips
to blood and scars.

While I measured the chips
and stains on my teeth,
the perfect men screamed
into microphones
and the whole world danced.

These mirrors are the reasons
I never speak.

Dress me up like a Broadway star.
Make me flawless.
Danny C Nov 2012
In your face I see the girl I loved
all those years ago. You are a
memory between my thoughts
flickering like dying embers.
From minutes spent with a shaking
voice through the phone, you will
never be the same. I offer everything
I have, knowing the bullet cut
clean through your chest, and
nothing will soak up the blood.
You deserve better than this.
Oct 2012 · 1.3k
Sisyphus
Danny C Oct 2012
This is the first time
I’ve noticed the gray of the stone
And the mountain above it.

This is first time,
Holding up this burden,
I’ve felt eternity.

I’ve watched the same cuts
And gashes from jagged edges
Tear themselves into my hands.

I’ve felt the same blood
And sweat on my skin
Trickle down my arms to the ground.

This is the first time
I’ve let my neck hang below
My weary shoulders.

And for the first time
I’ve truly abandoned hope,
I’ve finally felt defeat.

With nothing left to give
And nowhere else to go
I’m closing my eyes.

I know what this means
And what will become of me
For giving up this life.
But I am tired
Of trying to conquer eternity
And the weight of the stone.
Oct 2012 · 1.3k
Prayer by a Doubting Thomas
Danny C Oct 2012
I’m afraid of dying.
I’m afraid of what
I’ve been warned about you.
I’m scared of everything
That may just be true

I’m afraid of everyone.
I’m afraid of what
They’ve all told me about you.
I’m terrified of living
Without a single answer

Was Thomas so wrong
Not to believe you
Without slipping his fingers
Through your heart and your wrists?

I’m afraid of being a skeptic.
I’m afraid of doubting
All that I’ve been told about you.
I’m scared of believing
That you’re my only chance

I’m afraid of being wrong.
I’m afraid of what
I’ve been told you might do.
I’m terrified of being right
And falling into nothingness

Would I be so wrong
Not to believe you
Without slipping my own fingers
Through your heart and your wrists?

I’m afraid of eternity.
I’m afraid of where
Either death may lead me.
I’m terrorized by knowing
Only one fear is real.
Oct 2012 · 558
My Old Man
Danny C Oct 2012
Maybe the problem is me.
We both know what’s really true,
I’m not good with honesty.

I was never sure about the things you
wanted me to believe in. And before I knew
what we were dying from,
it was already too late to
resew the stitches. I fall numb
onto the floor, and you strum
that guitar, the same songs
about living in a slum
and where your heart belongs.

But I can’t say I’d put the blame
on you for what you became.
Aug 2012 · 453
Part 7 - The End
Danny C Aug 2012
Our memories are packed now in boxes
We'll remember them again in another life
Cause they'd never survive in the city

We spent our last hours in a bar
Toasting friendship and experience
While shooting solids and stripes

We quietly express our joy
Under sighs of reminiscence
Saying how good it's been, begging for one more day

And we laugh and admit
The beauty of this place
Lies woven in brief moments
That we alone are allowed to see
Between two eternities of before and after

And we keep it a secret
Nobody else would understand
That when the days are over
We were happy just to be alive
Last poem of seven I wrote about my vacation to Rhinelander, Wisconsin. If you've never been, I encourage you to take some time and go.
Aug 2012 · 682
Part 6 - The Weary Kind
Danny C Aug 2012
We are the weary kind
Young hearts with bitter lips
Like old men cursing the government
We try and fail to reconcile ourselves
With the world and sins surrounding us


We are the weary kind
Tarnished souls and foul language
We joke to fix the world
Or at least fend it off a little longer
Before it closes us inside

We are the weary kind
We stay up late with talks of how to save the world
And how to get out of it alive
I've been told that everybody dies
But what if we stayed?
Do the weary learn to survive?
Part six of seven poems I wrote in Rhinelander, Wisconsin. Leave some love if you've ever had the pleasure of visiting.
Aug 2012 · 723
Part 5 - The Conversation
Danny C Aug 2012
I found you in a ditch
You were ripped up and tangled
I couldn't even tell if you were breathing
And you confided in me, who'd left you here

The girl you loved had you by the strings
She was tearing out your stitches
And wringing out your blood
While I tried to sew you back together,

She took a plane out of Chicago
And landed in another boy's arms.
You told me it was your fault
That she wanted more than this

I never trusted you’d survive with her
You tried for years and years
To untangle the thread, and I found
you wound up and choking.

You've always been a patient man,
So full of sympathy, an endless apology.
But you said you're leaving in a month
I hope you meant it.
Aug 2012 · 629
Part 4 - The Heart
Danny C Aug 2012
If I dare test this balance,
And step upon the ice
Only God knows if we'd survive

I distract myself
With circling thoughts looping endlessly
Hoping to stack these bricks
High enough to hide you

Cause I know you're not my kind
And there's rules to be followed
We're taking drags of bad ideas
and blowing out the smoke

You've got letters from your anchors,
and I'm not sticking around for long
So I'll say whatever I can
to ease our excuses:

We'd have fallen off the wire
Had we walked any further
Fourth poem in a series of seven I wrote during my week spent in Rhinelander, Wisconsin. Ever been there?
Aug 2012 · 997
Part 3 - The Raft
Danny C Aug 2012
Only the might survive
Olympians, they triumph with great battle cries,
challenging all who dare to test their strength
The wounded retreat to safety
They are the lucky ones
Seeking shelter as the storms blow in

Clouds mask the stars above
And wishful minds are bitter to give in
In the field, a girl lies curiously
She is alone, but never sought
an arm or a chest to sleep upon
At least, never from me

But I am tired now, I never learned to swim
For the night I sleep on the raft
And wait until I wake from this dream
when the beauty fades into memory
And I return to the city, to dream
Of sleeping again someday
Third poem of seven I wrote each night in Rhinelander, Wisconsin.
Aug 2012 · 1.3k
Part 2 - The War
Danny C Aug 2012
The children snatched up their guns
and left to fight their grandfathers' war
There were liars and cheaters
Making a game of their deceit
There were monsters in the woods
One touch to spread their disease
And the villagers gathered through fear
To raise a man by his neck into a tree

On a beach, there are explosions
Relentless war, the very battle
that's been fought for decades
The same words, the same blood
The same friends -- year after year

Eternal slavery to build great towers
Only to crumble like sandcastles
and to end with a fire
Surrounded by old faces with stories
The same wounds, the same blood
The same friends -- year after year
Part two of seven, detailing my trip to Rhinelander, Wisconsin. Leave some love if you've been there!
Aug 2012 · 459
Part 1 - The Return
Danny C Aug 2012
Ain't this beautiful?
The familiar breeze
welcomes me back to where
I should have always been
While I beg her to forgive me

I wasn't thinking back then
I was only a kid with dreams
to make something of myself

Well it caught me like a claw
to the back of my leg as I ran away
And I watched every part of me
tear up in his teeth

I woke up from devils' dreams
in a log cabin
where the world is okay;
the weight is forgotten
and thunder rolls by gently
Knowing we'd seen enough for one year
And knowing we'll be back again next year
First of seven poems detailing my trip to Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a place I hadn't been in 3 years where my many of my favorite childhood memories reside.
Jun 2012 · 445
Broken Mirrors
Danny C Jun 2012
I don't know who I am
I left every piece of myself somewhere in a dark room
Now I lie on the floor like broken bottles
Shattered and left alone in the cold the wind blew in

Every single word I write
I hear your voice in the hallways of this empty house
These days I just don't bleed like I used to bleed
I'm burning from the inside every time I see your face

Tell me, what's it like being beautiful?
You walk with angels at your feet
Wanna steal your clothes, your hair, your face
If only just for a little while

You took the last thing I had
My only hope at getting out of these cold black chains
I don't got nowhere to run without a home
And what's the good in talking if I've got nothing to say?
I don't recognize myself,
I'm not the man you love;
Behold the hurricane.

-The Horrible Crowes
Apr 2012 · 1.8k
Surgeon
Danny C Apr 2012
I'm gonna sew your lips
And show you what you've done
I'm gonna sew your lips
Cause I'm your surgeon

I'm gonna wait til you break down
Til you crawl inside your cave
I'm gonna fill my chalice
With blood trickling down your arm

I'm gonna set you on fire
And see how your body burns
Gonna watch your cold words melt
to ghosts that haunt these halls

You believe in doll houses
And fancy shiny cars
Anything to give you comfort
Anything to keep you safe

Anything to give you comfort
Anything to keep them away
Apr 2012 · 536
Just a Little More
Danny C Apr 2012
Just one step forward,
Cross the line that lies between
The fires in my mind and cooling breeze
Just one step further,
A phone call, perhaps a letter
Just wade in the troubled water
I'm lifting my foot from beneath the mud
Take me by the fire and prove I'm not dead
Give me a comfort and cool out my head

Just one step forward,
Jesus is on the other line
Maybe he's been there the whole time
Just one step further,
Close the door behind me
Let the weight down slowly
I'll lift my foot from beneath the mud
If those city lights can grow a little more, man
If I can hold on for just a little while, man
Mar 2012 · 388
It's All in Your Head
Danny C Mar 2012
In my head everything is collapsing
The irritation from aches and distractions
The worries that ask "Does she miss me, too?"
The memories of words I've tripped over

I am such a fool.

In my mind there is nothing stable
Philosophies I've loved are tearing their stitches
Friends I've held dearly are drying up in the sun
The words I've sung are becoming strangers

I am losing touch.

In my head everything is lost and gone
My father's eyes fall down in shame
Pictures of close friends refuse to look at me
My reflection condemns the man he sees

I am all alone.
Danny C Mar 2012
Summer strips you,
nearly bare
Like an old cartoon,
Foghorns blare from my eyes.
I can barely believe
the bronze of your shoulders

I **** myself by God
For seeing much more
Than I can possibly bare.
Mar 2012 · 528
Small
Danny C Mar 2012
Foolish, wandering eyes
Stupid, twisting tongue
Yearning a cutting scent

What a fool I am
To reach for your heart
Knowing plain, true
My arms are far too small

Raging, winds and thunder
Broken, voices and windows
Seeking an excuse to flee

What a fool I am
To allow you to go
I knew all along
I am far too small
Mar 2012 · 689
Saints and Sinners
Danny C Mar 2012
I pedaled slowly; a rusty chain circled its track
Quiet winds kissed my cheeks and my fingertips
Before me, a church is home to singing angels
It neighbors a house of cracking Rulers and warnings of damnation
Inside the house are black boards caked in white dust
The dust resides slyly, a subtle reminder of who I was
And from my lips a remedy falls in the form of a sigh
Knowing that the Demons inside are nothing but forgotten ghosts

— The End —